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Anyone read Cyanide and Happiness comics?
They are genius - complete and total genius.







Anyways.... so I am finally home, here in Tully.... Mom had her Hawaiian party, people wore unfashionably colored prints at a fashionable party, they drank some overly sugary cocktails, old folks managed to shuffle a little bit to the Electric Slide, I got down with the Macareena - Mom was happy, all the attendees got their own starfish cookie to take home with them (which Matt spent six hour frosting the night before) - it was quite the party to attend on a Saturday night.

No confrontation as of yet - but it is like a storm a-brewin.....

Matt got offered the choice of traveling up to Portland Maine for three weeks with our good friend Jeff or heading back home to NYC (if he still has a home, I did kind of pull him out of it for quite awhile). He ended up choosing NYC (blah!) - He drove back with Patrick last night..... Pat dropped him off at his old apartment.... hopefully that will all go well. He deserves to have it go well. It is weird knowing that I might be back on the road by myself again, I mean - I love traveling. And being alone is what I do best. But I am definitely going to miss having someone to hang out with on the long drives..... you get kinda used to it.

Anyone want to roadtrip with me... : ) I will have a free seat starting in December....

Oh! And I managed to download a million and ten photoshop brushes this morning - here are some of my photoshoppin skillz... what do you think!

Shit hits the fan... eh?

Matt and I survived the creepy house - but not without
a lot of lack of sleep. I think we were up until 5am just
huddled on the couch, half delirious, half watching
the unplugged tv to see if it would come back on.

Mom has found out about a few things and is coming down on me hard. She wrote me an email about how she cannot forgive herself for not being a better mother and about how she cannot support my modeling career any longer (she really never did to begin with)...... I also keep running into photographers who are assholes.... "Pout like someone told you to read a book this year..." Or that one photographer who just kept calling me Model.... "Model go over there, Model turn around, Model put on this hat..." "I have a name...could you call me by it?" "No, I would rather not." "Ok, then I am leaving..." "That is fine, Model." It makes you second guess if this is really what I should be doing with my life.....

I got to shoot with Dee from Flutterby Studios in Toledo today - it was a nice day off from a very crazy schedule - Dee made chicken feta burgers for lunch.. Jessika from Brokendollz came over from Akron... minus the fact that Dee would not let us get naked for her camera, Jes and I had a really great day - Nothing like spending the entire day with a bunch of half naked, hot girls..

Matt and I are hanging out in Detroit Michigan - I have less than a week to figure out what I am doing once this trip comes full circle....... One thing is for sure, I cannot possibly go home and deal with my mother more than a week. She cries and she tells me how horrible modeling is and she begs me to go to school - I cannot deal with that. Just cannot. I have things that I want to do with my life, right now, at this point and time... it is not what she wants and it is not what a lot of people may want, but it is what I want..... all I wanted was two weeks off, back home at the cabin, with my cat, with some hot chocolate, without all the drama - and that it totally gone. So now what to do, eh?

I could bitch forever about this..... but it is pointless and who in their right mind would want to read something like that.

If Matt and I die tonight....

..... it was ghosts.
Tonight we were playing scrabble at
the Ku Klux Klan house....
and the TV turned on....... again.
This time to the fuzzy station.... so Matt
unplugged it.... because that is really really scary.

We want Motel 6...
The place the TV cannot turn on
The place where it does not work to begin with

Cincy shootin at Mt Airy - bangbang

St Louis: The Arch! The gateway to the West (or in our case, the East....) Matt and I did not get to see much of the city, but we did get to take Mork and Mindy pods to the top of the arch...... we crawled into the windows..... marveled at the view... "Oooh look! It is a little man! A little tree! A little river!"....and then we tried to squint really really hard to find a little Chinese restaurant so we could satisfy our never-ending craving for Wonton Soup....

How do we roll? With wontons! - We are junkies.... : )

Indianapolis: Our Hotel! Awesome photographer needed a place to set up shop .... instead of little Motel 6 - he booked Matt and I this classy room at the Marriott. Talk about a great night, great room, great hotel - Matt and I had a dance party in our bedroom, ordered some pizza, drank free lemonade, used pointless bath products, watched bad movies all night, and crashed in a bed that was so fluffy - it was like a cloud. A nice change from things, I was starting to believe that Motel 6 was not only our figurative home, but our literal home as well.... yay for the Marriott!!

Tonight, here in Cincy...... we are staying at another great place, a photographer is letting us crash at his second apartment in return for a shoot tomorrow morning - The place is fantastic, really it is - there are real lamps and a stove to make tea!!! Of course, the woman across the street told us that it used to be a meeting place for the Ku-Klux-Klan...... "They used to hang people over there...." But, you take what you can get when you want a cup of tea....

It could not have been worse than the place we stayed last night..... the lock on the door was falling off and the TV kept turning on by itself - we almost got up in the middle of the night and left. Creepy.

Went to the Cincinatti Mount Airy Shoot today - lots of fun. I have never attended something like that before.... Out of eight scheduled shoots, I managed to find four of the photographers (how are models supposed to know what photographers look like anyways?) - Ate square hamburgers, drank apple cider, watched people feed ducks, Matt swung on vines, I shot in the woods with other sexy vixens.....

We need more photos on here - but our only point and shoot died..... you'll just have to wait for the video.... : )

T H Taylor

Is the Little-Red-Fox-of-Milwaukee....
And Matt and I love him.... lovelove.

Aww--- Matt posted a blog

.... I love sleep and I miss sleep, let me tell you... I will have worked with over thirty photographers in the past week.... thirty!

Have you ever just screamed in your car? No particular reason.... just because? I love it! Between shoots, I scream in my car sometimes - great way to release stress - It is really amusing when people drive by and Matt and I have the windows down.... and we are yelling back and forth, really loud, about nothing particulat...  about something ridiculous like Fruit or Smurfs or Poop, haha... yelling about poop is fucking hilarious!

Do you see what lack did? It drove me to write a silly blog about screaming poop.... : )

Millions of stories from the last week - millions of really great beautiful photos, many which have been showcased ..... but how about some an out-take, eh? Shot with a great guy named Ted a few days ago in Chicago, at this amazing warehouse location. The place was an incredibly kickass backdrop... but as expected, veryvery dusty and grimey.... Matt had to keep me clean for the photos... candid is awesome...

(Matthew's Post)

Don't read this blog unless you love boredom and naked dwarfs

Wow... holy shit photography that is all I can say! London is shooting all the time it is beyond madness. Her small but well deserved break in a few weeks is going to be well needed if you get a chance to work with her you are lucky. She is a really beautiful human being who believes in living her life to the fullest. She doesn't have time for drama or gossip though they will frustrate her for a few days weither she will admit it or not. She is a strong woman who respects respect. And she loves to see the spark of passion in people if a person is in love with their life she is drawn like a candle to the flame. She drives me mad but I love her, it is weird to have spent so much time with my original best friend. To think that in a few weeks we will be going are seperate ways is a relief .............and it is very sad. I am just glad there are a few weeks left, I am going to enjoy every minute.

I am not the best story teller so that is not what I am going to do. I love driving its like flying in an inbetween life that doesn't exist. We roll down the highway listening to top 40, dancing so hard is a miracle we stay on the road. Convertable top down car bouncing going 90 miles per hour the truckers honking their horns wishing, I am sure, they were having a J.lo dance party in there own '97 ford mustang. We turn top 40 into indie underground cool. "Its alright baby you aint gotta flaunt for me" that song comes on and it demands some serious sexy driving head bopping while you grind and hump your seat.

I love the east coast I love color changing leaves. It is crazy to think just a few weeks ago we were on highway one walking the ocean, poking star fish in the little mini aquariums. Life is ment to be like this every day it is supposed to be so beautiful that even on the worst of days you know you are free, and that everything is always going to be good.

Besides that we are going to be driving all over the damn place and that is rather exciting. I haven't been to canada since i was 8 years old "everyone loves marine land".....we are going to toronto that is amazing. I think I just enjoy this because its not real..... reality is so boring and this is nothing like any reality I ever met it is a good inspiration point just reminds you. Your life is only as creative as your brave enough to let it be, you don't even have to be brave you just have to listen to your own heart, your own soul, your own love. Remember to Remember. To borrow a good friends co-mantra. "Fight the good fight" its not a fight when you allow yourself to walk your own path that is the "good fight".

I tend to get sentimental and cheezy but I like being this way.

For all those who are here to read about London's sexy escapades she is naked right now......o shit you missed it shes putting on clothes we are going to an irish pub... I hope that is enough to satisfy until she decides to write a more interesting post...................................................................................matthew

An Epic Novel

Is actually what my life has become
- you would never know it,
unless you were to really read about it.

In the past few days, I have seen and reported a dead guy, rode naked on a blind horse, drove a photographer to the emergency room, missed a very important shoot, made a very important shoot (T. H. Taylor! Yay). Had the car crap out on me today and had to be towed (again). No longer have Triple A - They said I call them too much... spent the day in the ghetto, doing ghetto-like things, drinking cheap tea, eating cheap crackers, wishing my clothes were not so tight.... we have everything on video, it is quite amusing. We met this guy named George, god he was a cool guy....

Made it to Chicago, finally..... We are staying with Lapis the body painter. I will say that staying here has given me a slightly different perspective on modeling - Although her and I know all the same photographers/models - She knows most of their life stories and I do not. I must say, I kind of enjoy not knowing things.... I like that mystery, that creative energy that comes from some unknown void...

I have to be up early-early, for a worm
or something along the lines like that.....
I hate that people read my blog to judge me.....
... if you are one of those people, go to hell, ok?